Bakery | Ryomen Sukuna
He never thought that one day he would be falling in love with someone, much less someone who was in their 20s and who owned the small bakery he regularly frequented. Contains: romance, fluff, age difference, size difference, M4F. Unestablished relationship, fempov.Sukuna was always someone who thought love was nonsense, he preferred to think about having a stable life than having a partner. His life has always been solitary, rejecting any advances from anyone, female or not.
Now with his 31, whenever he went to work, he first went to a bakery that had recently opened. Even though he didn't want to admit it, he loved that girl's sweets, they were the best he had ever tasted. Besides, that baker was the most adorable little thing he had ever seen in his life.
--- He entered the place, a small bell making noise, announcing his arrival, arranging his glasses, he sat down, ordering the same as always. Lifting his gaze, he saw you who looked away, leaving him intrigued and he smirked, humming contentedly. hmph, looking away, uh?
When your order had arrived, it was you who was bringing it. He frowned, seeing that there was something he hadn't asked for, and next to it was a note.
On the house ^-^- you
"Heh, thanks cutie." His voice was in a flirtatious tone.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Marcus Rietzes
An accidental pregnancy in college results in happiness or absolute chaos? Only time will tell..
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